The Works in Verse and Prose, of William Shenstone, Esq;: I. Elegies on several occasions. II. Odes, songs, ballads, &c. III. Levities, or pieces of humour. IV. Moral pieces
R. and J. Dodsley, in Pall-mall., 1764 - 399 ページ
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Alcon bard beauty beauty mourns beneath blest bliss bloom boast bosom bow'r breast breathe charms chearful clime cou'd crown crown'd cry'd dame Damon dear Delia delight drooping e'er ELEGY ELEGY ev'n ev'ry fair faithless fame fancy fate fav'rite favour'd flame flow'rs fond form'd fortune's gen'rous gentle glow gold grace grove haunts hear heav'n kind lov'd Lycidas lyre Lyttelton maid merum metre mind mournful muse muse's naiads native ne'er never nymph o'er Ovid pain paint peace pensive plain pleas'd pleasure pomp pow'r praise pray'r pride radiant rose rove rural scenes scorn seem'd shade shepherd shew shine shore shou'd shun sigh silvan sing skies smile soft song soul stream swain sweet taste tear tender thee thine thou thro toils tow'ring train Twas vale virtue virtue's vulgar ween weep woes wou'd youth
334 ページ - And all in sight doth rise a birchen tree, Which learning near her little dome did...
193 ページ - I have heard her with sweetness unfold How that pity was due to a dove, That it ever attended the bold ; And she call'd it the sister of love. But her words such a pleasure convey, So much I her accents adore, Let her speak, and whatever she say, Methinks, I should love her the more.
341 ページ - Till Fear has taught them a performance meet, And to the well-known chest the dame repair; Whence oft with sugar'd cates she doth 'em greet, And ginger-bread y-rare; now, certes, doubly sweet!
126 ページ - AVON'S tide ; Bright as the water-lily, fprung, And glittering near its fide. Frefh as the bordering flowers, her bloom : Her eye, all mild to view ; The little halcyon's azure plume Was never half fo blue. Her...
195 ページ - Tis his with mock passion to glow, Tis his in smooth tales to unfold, " How her face is as bright as the snow, And her bosom, be sure, is as cold. How the nightingales labour the strain, With the notes of his charmer to vie; How they vary their accents in vain, Repine at her triumphs, and die.
127 ページ - ' 'Tis Strephon, on the mountain's brow, Has won my right good will; To him I gave my plighted vow, With him I'll climb the hill.
147 ページ - Then fkip'd aloof with quaint amaze ; And then drew near, again to gaze.
340 ページ - She sees no kind domestic visage near, And soon a flood of tears begins to flow And gives a loose at last to unavailing woe. But ah ! what pen his piteous plight may trace ? Or what device his loud laments explain? The form uncouth of his disguised face ? The pallid hue that dyes his looks amain ? The plenteous shower that does his cheek distain...
336 ページ - Who should not honour'd eld with these revere: For never title yet so mean could prove, But there was eke a Mind which did that title love.